A great round moon poured its light into the little room.
Elspeth was seated upon her bed.

Her hair was loosened and fell over her white gown.

Her feet were under her; she sat like an Eastern carving, still in the moonlight.
"Elspeth!" Elspeth took a moment to come back to White Farm.

"What is it, Gilian ?" Gilian moved to the window and sat in it.

She had not undressed.